She's content
but only for awhile...

The poet you hold is me
The poet you talk to is me...

Why are we discriminating?
why are we killing...

God dresses up as someone else
to be with us everyday...

In a poem
a poem of rhyming words...

Hey Sorry i went on vacation but now I'm back. now...
The piano has a melody...

I love to hear him sing
I love to see him dance...

She has brown hair
and blue eyes...

Her hair is brown
her eyez are blue...

I was a freak
you were a jock...

You tapped me on my shoulder
and said my voice was nice...

I didn't know what to do
and i started to melt...